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By VICTORIA MOORE C;)
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Last updated at 23:24 04 May 2007 eo_T.q
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He travelled by Bentley, ate in fine London restaurants and spent his days lounging in a furniture shop. The story of Christian the pet lion - and his eventual release into the wild - is as moving as it is incredible. @
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The furniture shop was on the King's Road in London. It sold tables, wardrobes, chairs and desks - but anybody peering through its plate-glass window on a Sunday might have noticed something rather more unusual. rlIEch^wZ
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Amid all the pine and oak, stretched out languidly on a bench, there was a lion. And it wasn't stuffed. U?lu@5 ^Z
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"Christian used to lie beside me while I did the accounts at weekends," remembers Jennifer Mary Taylor, who worked there. Wkk Nyg,
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"And every so often, if I'd ignored him for too long, he'd sock me across the head with one of his great big paws. @!'H'GvA
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"He was very loving and affectionate - he liked to stand and put his paws on your shoulders. But he was...", she pauses. "I mean, he was a lion. Does that sound silly?" B;~agr
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For a year, the Big Cat was part of it all, cruising the streets in the back of a Bentley, popping in for lunch at Casserole, a local restaurant, even posing for a Biba fashion advert. lmcDA,7
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He eventually grew too big to be kept as a pet and was taken to Kenya, where he was rehabilitated into the wild by the 'Lion Man', George Adamson. |\
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Now, his story is to be told in a new book, written by the Australian John Rendall who, along with his friend Ace Berg, bought Christian from Harrods in 1969. h*9o_
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So what possessed them to buy a lion cub in the first place? ~+C#c,Nw
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"A friend had been to the 'exotic animals' department at Harrods and announced, rather grandly, that she wanted a camel," says Rendall. Lb{D5k*XU
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"Ace and I thought this was the most sophisticated repartee we'd ever heard, so we went along to check it out - and there, in a small cage, was a gorgeous little lion cub. We were shocked. We looked at each other and said something's got to be done about that." LG|,g3&
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Harrods, it turned out, was also quite keen to be rid of Christian, who had escaped one night, sneaked into the neighbouring carpet department - then in the throes of a sale of goatskin rugs - and wreaked havoc. ibc/x v2
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The store, which had acquired the cub from Ilfracombe zoo, happily agreed to part with him for 250 guineas. So began Christian's year as an urban lion. `~]ReJ!X%
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Today, it would be unthinkable for a shop to take such a cavalier attitude towards selling exotic animals (though Harrods did, at least, provide Ace and Rendall with diet sheets). -N(MEzAE
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And it is hard to imagine either the animal rights lobby or any local council condoning a shop as a suitable habitat for a lion. But, back then, no one minded at all. E\S&} K,s
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Christian was given his own living quarters (and a very large kitty-litter tray, which he used unfailingly) in the basement of the appropriately named Sophistocat furniture shop. m'B6qy!}6
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"He had a beautiful musky smell that was very distinct," says Rendall. "But he was clean." R,bcE4WR"
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The vicar of the Moravian Chapel nearby was approached to allow Christian the run of the graveyard, and every day he was taken there to roar around and play football. &Kp+8D*
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Once, when he was brought along to a seaside picnic, he dipped his toes reluctantly in the water and intimated with a shudder that it was disagreeably cold. But he was eventually persuaded to swim in the English Channel. `x VA]GR4c
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